Lyrics

Julia moved to Hollywood,
wrote the best screenplays she could;
Too over-educated for that scene.

Moved back home to Provincetown,
an old friend sometimes comes around,
They sit and analyze the latest high-tech SHAM SCHEMES.

Way up the winding road of time and memory we go
Each one tethered to some fleeting dream.
Some they laugh, but sometimes cry,
but some come stare into my eyes.
Some come stare into my eyes.

Vincent moved to Chicago,
skin for sale, a webcam show.
Party drugs and raunchy hotel ways.

Bribed a john in politics
for a car; with three more tricks,
he’ll have enough to move and ply his trade IN L.A.

Way up the winding road of time and memory we go
Each one tethered to some fleeting dream.
Some they laugh, but sometimes cry,
but some come stare into my eyes.
Some come stare into my eyes.

I’ve seen them born, and I’ve watched them fade
Each one bargaining for some acclaim.
”No more time for thrills, “ he said,
“please write down where my story led.
Please tell them where my story led.”

Strolled the graveyard yesterday:
Mom and Dad, I’ve lost my way.
The road rolls up behind me as I walk.

Monuments we build will fall;
the sandman will erase them all.
A stranger smiles as he watches me sing TO GRAVESTONES

Way up the winding road of time and memory I go
tethered to this sweet and fleeting dream.
Some they laugh, but sometimes cry,
some come stare into my eyes.
Some come stare into my eyes…